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home. I stopped at the Amtrak train station that divided Quantico Marine Corps Base from Quantico Town. Sitting on a wooden bench, I tried to collect my thoughts. The more I thought about what John said to me, the harder it became not to go back and bash his face in.
As much pleasure as it would give me, I knew it would fix nothing. I needed to think. But my mind faded into an unwanted memory of a time Abihail needed me, and I turned my back on her. I found myself reliving the painful memory as if it were happening in real time.
Sitting in the war room, I listened as Abihail pleaded for Father to dismiss her from her duties as Lucifer’s assistant, claiming his tactics were deceitful, unethical, and malicious. After speaking with her brother, Father dismissed from her duties temporarily, stating she was tired and overworked.
At home she would beg me to speak with Father on her behalf. She would tell me stories of Lucifer’s dealings that took place behind closed doors and how he boasted about figuring out how to deceive Father. Trusting Father in his decisions, I shrugged off her claims as nothing more than the ramblings of an exhausted woman.
After returning from her mandatory vacation, she began accusing him of plotting and speaking against Father. Again, she had been dismissed from her duties, only this time, permanently. Once the news spread, Abihail found herself being ridiculed from all sides. Rumors ran full circle that she lost her mind, and it had been her plotting against Father. Tired of the stares and whispers, Abihail refused to leave the house.
Though the people mocked her, she never gave up her campaign against Lucifer, making home life taxing on me. The moment I would walk through the door after work, she would begin grilling me about her brother. Had I seen him? Who did I see him with? Did he say anything to me?
I’d try to talk to her about life outside of our four walls, but she would always find a way to turn the topic back to him. At night, she would pace the living room until the early hours of morning. Whenever I tried to lie with her, my attempts were met with a rebuff. With my patience tried, sexually frustrated, unsure how to fix my marriage, mixed with my wife’s lack of sleep, and paranoia taking its toll, small squabbles between us turned into fiery, violent arguments. I’d punch a wall; she’d throw a vase. I’d restrain her from hitting me; she’d bite me. I’d slam a door; she’d scream at the top of her lungs.
To avoid any more clashes with her, I began working long days, only going home to shower every other day. When that failed to stop the clashes, I took to sleeping at Michael’s and stopping by to check on her once a week, until I simply stopped going home.
It had been weeks since I’d seen her, when Abihail barged into the War Room during our morning meeting. Embarrassed by her sickly, frumpy, and filthy appearance, I snatched her by the arm and dragged her out of the room. Digging in her heels and pulling from me, she begged for me to prepare the troops for Lucifer’s attack.
Though I didn’t believe Lucifer would lead an attack against Father, I wanted nothing more than to get her out of the War Room and stop her from further embarrassing either of us. With the agreement she would go home, eat and shower, I would call the troops to the ready. No sooner had the last of my men gathered in formation, an explosion sounded off in the distance near the gates.
During the battle of the Great Divide, Abihail stood with the Arches, taking Lucifer and his army on. As if she had been a seasoned warrior, Abihail slew traitor after traitor until she stood face to face with her brother. Ready to kill him for his transgressions at the price of her humiliation, she raised her sword at him. Deflecting her blows, he tried coaxing his sister into joining him in ruling the Heavens and Earth.
Infuriated with the denial of his offers, Lucifer struck back at her. Fearing for my
As much pleasure as it would give me, I knew it would fix nothing. I needed to think. But my mind faded into an unwanted memory of a time Abihail needed me, and I turned my back on her. I found myself reliving the painful memory as if it were happening in real time.
Sitting in the war room, I listened as Abihail pleaded for Father to dismiss her from her duties as Lucifer’s assistant, claiming his tactics were deceitful, unethical, and malicious. After speaking with her brother, Father dismissed from her duties temporarily, stating she was tired and overworked.
At home she would beg me to speak with Father on her behalf. She would tell me stories of Lucifer’s dealings that took place behind closed doors and how he boasted about figuring out how to deceive Father. Trusting Father in his decisions, I shrugged off her claims as nothing more than the ramblings of an exhausted woman.
After returning from her mandatory vacation, she began accusing him of plotting and speaking against Father. Again, she had been dismissed from her duties, only this time, permanently. Once the news spread, Abihail found herself being ridiculed from all sides. Rumors ran full circle that she lost her mind, and it had been her plotting against Father. Tired of the stares and whispers, Abihail refused to leave the house.
Though the people mocked her, she never gave up her campaign against Lucifer, making home life taxing on me. The moment I would walk through the door after work, she would begin grilling me about her brother. Had I seen him? Who did I see him with? Did he say anything to me?
I’d try to talk to her about life outside of our four walls, but she would always find a way to turn the topic back to him. At night, she would pace the living room until the early hours of morning. Whenever I tried to lie with her, my attempts were met with a rebuff. With my patience tried, sexually frustrated, unsure how to fix my marriage, mixed with my wife’s lack of sleep, and paranoia taking its toll, small squabbles between us turned into fiery, violent arguments. I’d punch a wall; she’d throw a vase. I’d restrain her from hitting me; she’d bite me. I’d slam a door; she’d scream at the top of her lungs.
To avoid any more clashes with her, I began working long days, only going home to shower every other day. When that failed to stop the clashes, I took to sleeping at Michael’s and stopping by to check on her once a week, until I simply stopped going home.
It had been weeks since I’d seen her, when Abihail barged into the War Room during our morning meeting. Embarrassed by her sickly, frumpy, and filthy appearance, I snatched her by the arm and dragged her out of the room. Digging in her heels and pulling from me, she begged for me to prepare the troops for Lucifer’s attack.
Though I didn’t believe Lucifer would lead an attack against Father, I wanted nothing more than to get her out of the War Room and stop her from further embarrassing either of us. With the agreement she would go home, eat and shower, I would call the troops to the ready. No sooner had the last of my men gathered in formation, an explosion sounded off in the distance near the gates.
During the battle of the Great Divide, Abihail stood with the Arches, taking Lucifer and his army on. As if she had been a seasoned warrior, Abihail slew traitor after traitor until she stood face to face with her brother. Ready to kill him for his transgressions at the price of her humiliation, she raised her sword at him. Deflecting her blows, he tried coaxing his sister into joining him in ruling the Heavens and Earth.
Infuriated with the denial of his offers, Lucifer struck back at her. Fearing for my
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